Bro Zone // markhyuck

fifteen

He was confused. Probably beyond that.

The Mark from two months ago would of ran away.

But the Mark from a few days ago was the one who requested for Donghyuck to kiss him.

He had to admit - he enjoyed kissing Donghyuck. Like, a lot. Though he had no idea what he was doing for that short amount of time their lips were upon each other's, he found himself wanting more.

But hey, if he kisses Donghyuck more often, he'll probably learn how to kiss, right?

But why was he enjoying it so much? They've been best friends all their lives and neither of them have ever dated anyone, nor did they discuss the topic of dating often.

Both teens haven't brought up the kiss since, slipping back into their normal best friend habits like any other day, with some blushing and unexpected flirty insults thrown in.

Other than that, it was still a friendship. Or bro-ship, would be a more fitting term.

At least Mark thought it was, for now.

The teen rolled around in his bed, holding his phone to his face, watching some random, pointless video. Bored and heaving a sigh, he switched his phone off, dropping it onto the mattress.

The male sat up, the covers sliding to his waist. He rubbed his eyes to the point where he could see stars floating around in his dark bedroom.

Mark couldn't hold it in any longer. He needed to vent someone other than Donghyuck - obviously - that person would usually be Jaemin, but considering him and his boyfriend have been going on an excessive amount of dates lately, the older hasn't gotten the chance.

Glancing at the time, 11:19pm, he unraveled himself from the blankets and got out of bed. To be honest, he was sick of sitting in his room alone, cooped up in his racing thoughts.

The teen switched on the hallway light, blinking a couple times as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. While he trotted downstairs, he could hear faint voices in the direction of the living room.

As he filled a glass up with water from the fridge, the voices became more distinct, easy for the boy to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Like hell he's stepping a foot back into this house." his dad's voice erupted the silent air.

A tiny gasp escaped the teen's lips - he hadn't heard his father's voice in a while, since he was barely at home because of work. Anger bubbled inside his stomach, fingers tightening around the filling glass in his hand.

"Listen, he was only young-" his mother tried to interrupt.

"Oh, you're gonna take it back? He left years ago, you didn't give a shit then, why do you do now?"

Mark completely halted in his action, not only because his father raised his voice, but he immediately knew who they were talking about. His grip tightened, knuckles almost turning white at this point.

"He's still our son!" his mom sharply barked back.

"Son? Are you fucking kidding me?! He was a damn slut and partied all the time! Specifically a gay slut!"

The teen's heart dropped at that sentence, his tight grip loosening on the glass. He knew his brother had been playing around, but since he was now older and could understand it better, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I don't want Mark to become like him." he heard his mother sigh. "That's the reason why I'm bringing this up. He's going to college in a few months, who knows what could go down there?"

"A lot of shit." his father replied, the coldness still evident in his tone.

Heaviness settled in his chest, Mark's thoughts completely shifted from confused gay to an emotional wreck. Just the simple mention from his parents of his brother caused him to feel angry, sad, hurt most of all.  The way they talked about his sibling tore Mark's heart strings out.

He managed to place the glass on the counter before jolting upstairs, slamming his bedroom door shut, the walls vibrating from the impact. He buried his face in his hands, choking out a high pitched sob, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

No matter how many times he told himself he was over it, the emotions came crashing in like a flood.

Mark was only a freshman in high school when his older brother 'left' or was kicked out, at least in the younger boy's mind, that's how it went.

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sorry for this dry ass chapter hhhhh